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“Well, it’s semantics, but I guess not. Let’s call it two for the team. And a little head.” I tried not to smile, but found I couldn’t help myself.
“She blew you?” Fox was incredulous. I shook my head.
“Jesus Christ. You went down on her, and you want us to believe it was nothing?”
I held my thumb and index finger up, in the universal gesture for a little. “I gave her like a teeny tiny bit of head. I didn’t fucking propose. Can everyone just chill the fuck out here? She was mad at me. She was also wearing nothing but a cami and tiny bed shorts. No bra. No panties. Turns out that an angry woman turns me on like no other. Add in some weirdly sexy Tweetie Pie pajamas, and it’s on like Donkey Kong.”
Xavier was pacing the room slowly, like a caged tiger, tension emanating from every pore.
“This is an epic fuckup. I should never have sent a boy to do a man’s work. How hard is it to keep your eyes on the prize, and your dick in your fucking pants for ten minutes, rather than sleeping with the enemy and making a fucked-up situation even more complicated?”
“I don’t know, oh holy one. Why don’t we ask your beloved Rocky how hard it is to hold back from fucking someone we shouldn’t? She knows from firsthand experience, right?”
Xavier lunged toward me with predictable ferocity. And equally predictably, I blocked the blow without even trying. Drew was instantly behind him, holding him back and muttering into his ears—words spoken too quietly for the rest of us to hear.
I knew mentioning Rocky was like a field full of red rags to the angriest and bullheaded of all bulls. It was a childish move, but he was seriously pissing me off with his outstanding hypocrisy—given how he’d met the love of his life, or whatever the fuck he considered Rocky to be. When the shoe was on the other foot, he’d taken every risk in the book and stopped at nothing to make her his, even if it meant repeatedly putting the rest of us at risk to do so. Now there he was sermonizing at me.
Not that the situation was exactly the same because I wasn’t in love with Honey. Hell, apart from the feel and taste of her sweet pussy, I wasn’t even in like with her. Rocky also hadn’t been hellbent on bring Cygnus down, which seemed to be Honey’s aim. Still, there were enough parallels there to make him a hypocritical scrotum, and for me to be totally over it.
I squared up to him, enjoying the fact that I towered over him.
“I’m out. I’ll let you cool off. Or not. Ball’s in your court.”
Drew had released Xavier from his grasp and moved to stand alongside him. At my words, he turned toward Xavier and flashed him a quick look. No words were spoken, but they’d clearly had some kind of conversation—sometimes they seemed to have a private language, all of their own. Xavier nodded, almost imperceptibly.
Drew approached me, arms raised in surrender. “Let’s not blow this out of proportion. Shit happens, and in the grand scheme of things, this isn’t all that bad. You did what you needed to do, and kept her away while we got the laptop to Dillon; that’s the main thing. He has all the data he needs, and hopefully in a few days will unearth something that will help us shut this whole thing down once and for all. We’ll chalk the screwing and blowing—”
“She didn’t blow me.” Yet.
“—okay, so the screwing and tonguing up as commission for having to endure her company all day, and call it quits. But it has to stop now, okay? We need to shut her down, asap, and we can’t afford for one of you to catch feelings and screw that up.”
“Jesus, I’m not you, or him.” I gestured with my chin to Xavier. “I’m not about to catch a cold, let alone feelings. Just because you all are pussies doesn’t mean I am.” Drew flashed Xavier a warning look, and apart from the clench and unclench of his fists, Xavier dutifully did and said nothing.
“Well, as long as we all understand the situation, that’s all that matters. We need to get this done, then move the fuck on, sooner rather than later. And ideally, we do that without you two ladies”—he looked back and forth between Xavier and me—“bludgeoning each other to death with your designer purses.”
Kane and Fox snickered. Xavier and I both flipped them off with one hand, while offering Drew the same gesture with the other. Assholes.
“When did Dillon say he could get the information back to us?”
The question seemed to snap Xavier out of his funk, and his whole body suddenly relaxed. “That kind of depends on how secure her set up is and what exactly he finds. It could be anything from a couple of hours to a couple of days. I’m guessing that little Miss Honey isn’t going to be a tough nut to crack—if her files are as easy to get into as her pussy, it should be pretty soon.”
I kept my cool, but inside I was raging at that comment. Where the fuck did he get off talking like that? It wasn’t the same thing at all, but if anybody dared talk about Rocky that way, he’d rearrange their face and not even think twice. Never mind that when they’d first started fucking, they hadn’t spent as much time in each other’s company as Honey and I had.
I wondered what it must be like to live in a world where he could afford to be so blind to his own hypocrisy and double standards. It was literally as though, in his mind, there was one rule for him and one for the rest of the world, and, for the vast amount of time, people indulged him in that fantasy, so he had no reason to think otherwise.
Sometimes I kind of hated him for it. At other times I wasn’t sure if I respected him or was plain jealous. At the end of the day, his commitment to living life on his own terms, and his conviction that everything should always go his way, meant that things invariably did. Talk about molding the world to fit his version of reality, even though that rarely matched up with other people’s.
I needed to get out of there, or else I was going to do or say something I regretted.
“Okay, well, I’m gonna bounce. I have practice in the morning, and it’s been a long-ass day. I need sleep.” I also just needed to not be there listening to Xavier’s shit. “You’ll let me know when you have some information back, and we can plan out our next steps.
I gave the room a two-fingered salute, and strode toward the door.
Chapter 18
Honey
The boom of the ream of paper as it slammed onto the cafeteria table was loud enough to silence the entire room. People instantly stopped what they were doing—forks dangled midway between plates and mouths, conversations halted mid-word. Silence blew through the room like tumbleweed. Three hundred pairs of eyes swiveled to look at me, but I was only concerned to catch the attention of one. Judging by the look on Bear’s face as he leapt from his seat, I’d achieved that.
